Chapter 2582: The little milk baby who falls over when you blow it

Meng Yao blew the pigeon soup in the porcelain bowl, "Then you drink the soup first, and we will discuss this issue after finishing the bowl, okay?"

Maybe she lost her son, so she inexplicably likes any child.

Xiao Jiu didn't move, Meng Yao pulled his arm, "Pull the hook?"

The corners of Xiao Jiu's pursed lips softened. Meng Yao looked at his fair profile and couldn't help but smile, "If you don't want to pull the hook, how about we make a verbal agreement?"

Xiaojiu turned to look at her, "Who are you?"

Meng Yao met his eyes and said in a gentle tone, "I am also a guest here, just like you."

Xiaojiu was doubtful, "Do you know Tong Ran?"

"Yes, I am her friend," Meng Yao nodded, "You are also her friend, right?"

Xiao Jiu frowned, maybe because she had a good impression of Tong Ran, so she was no longer so resistant now, "You said you are also a guest, can we all leave?"

"Of course," Meng Yao scooped up a spoonful of soup and handed it to his mouth, "Your body is your capital. How can you leave if you are still sick?"

"Can I leave once I'm cured?"

"Wouldn't it be better to get better first and then discuss this issue?"

Xiao Jiu didn't push away anymore, Meng Yao fed the soup into his mouth, "Be careful it's hot."

Xiaojiu drank a few sips, and Meng Yao took another bowl. The dishes were completely matched according to nutrition. The color looked very appetizing, "Do you like carrots?"

Xiao Jiu frowned, Meng Yao picked it up and quickly fed it to him. After taking a bite, he was pushed away, "I don't want to eat this."

"I don't like carrots either, we have similar tastes."

Meng Yao picked out all the carrots from the dish. Xiao Jiu felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy watching her actions. He pursed his lips and asked, "Do you have a son too?"

"I...he is as old as you," Meng Yao lowered his eyes, "But I haven't found him yet."

"Is he missing?"

"Yes, it's gone," Meng Yao smiled, "So you have to take care of yourself and go find your parents when you get better. Don't let them worry about you."

"Then, do you miss him?"

"I think... I really think about it," Meng Yao scooped a spoonful of rice and fed it to him, saying uncontrollably, "He was snatched away when he was born. I have never hugged him once, except for the one around his neck.

I left him nothing but a necklace. I was afraid that even if I saw him in the future, I wouldn’t know it was my child..."

necklace?

Xiaojiu frowned, "What kind of necklace?"

"It's very ordinary. His name is engraved on it. It's the first gift I gave him." Meng Yao gently curled his lips, "But I didn't even have a chance to tell him."

"..."

name?

Like the ones he wore since he was a kid?

Xiao Jiu opened his mouth and wanted to continue saying something. Suddenly there were footsteps outside, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open, "Who is Xiao Jiu?!"

Meng Yao was startled, Xiaojiu frowned, "Who?"

Mo Yaochen was wearing a patent leather short coat, and he looked cool and handsome in black. He walked to the bedside with his short legs, raised his head and glanced, "Are you that Xiaoba Xiaojiu?!"

This little milk baby who looks so soft and weak and falls down at the slightest blow is the murderer who scratched his cool daddy’s face?!

Bastard!

Meng Yao turned around and saw him, "Chenchen?"

"Who are you? Don't block my view!"
Chapter completed!